ROME. ANOTHER DEFEAT. PAUL
HANDS OVER THE GREEN-AND-GOLD
ARMBAND. THE ITALIAN POSTAL
SERVICE ABIDES NERS IN
ITS RANKS.
WELL Paul is bad he has decided to stop fleeing his destiny and he has given himself up at the Nevada monastery and drawn his robes from the supply room and now he is home on leave in his robes. Paul came to the party in his robes. He wasnt allowed to eat or drink anything, or say anything. That was the Rule. We went to the howling party sitting primly along the side of the room in a row, the seven of us and Snow White. Our social intercourse for the quarter. We discussed the bat theory of child-raising with the mothers there meanwhile paying attention to a vat of rum uhe harpsichord. Edward didnt want to discuss the bat theory of child-raising (delicate memories) so he discussed Harald Bluetooth, king of Sdinavia during a certain period, the Blue-tooth period. But the mothers wao talk. "Spare the bat and the child rots," said the mothe……（内容加载失败！）
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